Molten round
the wolf’n eye
soft and round
the ripening breast
roundness
in the youngling’s fear
a circle round
the blood moon’s crest
there is a lie
in that circled moon
that surrounds
a cruel charade
it walks in shadows
collecting tears
‘til midnight’s debt
is fully paid
‘til innocence
is found to want
and purity
so deep defiled
that cold and soulless
canid eyes
will cleave the sweet
in the blood moon’s wild
and all that once
so tender pure
will on this night
turn beastly raw
and guilted hearts
will hide away
to deny at dawn
the truth they saw
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
My fave stanza is the one about the canid eyes and “the blood moon’s wild.” Powerful closing lines in this one, Rob.
Thank you Sherry… 🙂 I was moved by the cold darkness (if you imagine it as facing left), and the confused innocence (if you imagine it as facing right) that I read in that eye as I purposely cropped it.
And a very happy birthday to you my friend! 😉
So many captivating lines Rob! I especially love “it walks in shadows collecting tears”.
Thank you Sherry. This was my journey to the dark side today.
Wow, Rob… this phrase is so visceral and intense…
Much love,
David
Much love to you my friend! Glad this moved you David. 🙂
Brilliant visual imagery there, Rob!
Thank you Sunita! 🙂
A terrific poem summed up perfectly in the final two verses. A great track too.
Thank you Keith! 🙂
“That cold and soulless canid eyes” bore into me, along with the rest of that particular stanza. Wonderful capture, Rob.
Thank you Sara… 🙂